The year is 2020 and after a successful county championship, an archer named Peter Robinson is killed by a gang during a raid on a restaurant. The police search for the gang, but they are not the only one’s looking.

It was Peter Robinson’s final shot, with five arrows in the Gold over eighty metres. His fellow club members looked on , knowing he needed his final shot to hit the gold to win. With a perfect stance, he stood for a moment, loaded the final arrow and looked at the target in the distance. Standing at five feet and ten inches, with short fair hair on top and shaved at the sides and designer stubble he was ready.

Raising the re-curve bow with his left arm, he looked through his sight onto the gold in the target. He aimed at the small part of gold left from the other arrows. With full concentration he pulled the string with his right arm level until the arrow passed the clicker, then let go.

There wasn’t a breeze during the warm summer evening, It was still and warm and the most ideal weather for the Archers. A cheer filled the air as Peter saw his final arrow fill the final space and for the perfect round to win the championship.

“Well done Peter!” His club mates cheered, “That must be the best finish I have ever seen.” another called then added, “We must hit the town tonight with a celebration meal”

Peter and the rest of the competitors started packing up, a strong breeze blew up and he had to wrestle with his shelter to put pack it away with the rest of his gear. Clouds gathered dulling the sky. Peter had tied a couple of guide ropes to a tree. A crow landed on a branch nearby as he went to untie the ropes and distracted his attention.

Peter froze for a moment as he looked into the crows eyes which looked lifeless. It “cawed”, looking at Peter as though it was trying to tell him something and to catch his attention. Peter felt hypnotised for a moment,  his attention was taken away from the calls by the other competitors, but the crow changed into hooded human form. who appeared to talk to him, saying. “You are about to join the army of avengers, against the evil force that reaps this world. You have the skills of the Master Archer and will use the arrows of black. I will be your guide so where you are going you will rely on me for your own safety, I will follow you into the night.      

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  • payge on Jan 27, 2009

    Do you think we can get Triond to create a loved it button? Because i loved the story and where you took it.I will have to come back and reread it again when i can.A job well done Tim.

  • SRK on Feb 4, 2009

    great work tim its just great

    SRK

  • Phill Senters on Apr 7, 2009

    Great story! Surely it doesn’t end yet.

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